Chapter 2
“Nope, never heard of it.” We were enjoying the slow crawl of early Saturday morning, me sipping tea at the counter, and Adam looking through the glass case of fragrances and oils on a mission known only to himself.
“Really?” I tried to hide my disappointment. “You sure?”
“Positive. Is it local?”
I shrugged. If the cop on the phone had been correct and the witch had been from out east, it was looking like the club may have been there too. Damn it.
“This is the one.” Adam stood up, waving me over, and opened the cap of the bottle he held, holding it up for me to smell. The fragrance was something dark, woodsy and, on the right person, mouthwatering.
“I like it.” Even more than what Adam had been wearing the day before.
“Your dreamboat bought this last week.”
He had? I snif
